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The Wizard Of Shark Island Pt 03

The Wizard Of Shark Island Pt 03

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Livia

"Oh," Livia gasped, pulling Sula Khan's slick cock from her mouth, then swallowing it again. "Oh, gods."

Her new master seemed to be well enjoying her performance. She was giving him what he expected -- hostility, followed by reluctant acceptance and now, growing passion at the realization that she was truly his plaything. And, of course, her inevitable delight at the prospect.

Certainly it was what Sula Khan expected. What he didn't know was that, in reality, he needed it.

He needed devotion. Otherwise, there was nothing.

"Gods," she gasped again, and began to rub Sula's cock across her face, slick with her own saliva. "Gods, it's beautiful."

He pulled her head away and fixed her with his dark gaze, holding her face between his hands.

"You sit here now," he said.

***

She had to admit he was good with his mouth. She'd come once, and now was working on a second as the wizard stroked gently at her labia, then moved to her clitoris with a pointed tongue. She groaned deeply, feeling the tremors spread across her thighs and into her belly, and resisted the urge to reach out and stroke Sula's head and press it harder against her mound.

No. I'll not give him that. Let him think I'm still holding back. Let him want more from me.

"See, my little one?" he asked, breathily. "I can be generous as well."

"Yes," she murmured, voice tight with anticipation. "Yes, you can, my wizard."

That certainly triggered something. He smiled and returned to her clit and lips, licking harder and with greater intensity.

Oh, yes, she thought feverishly as orgasm swept her. Yes, think that it just slipped out. That your power and skill has begun to overcome me, that now you are "my" wizard... Oh, yes...

And it was almost true. Almost. Had he been less of a complete prick, gods only knew, she might actually have liked him. She might actually have enjoyed this.

Oh gods, she thought painfully. I am enjoying this. I despise this bastard, but I'm enjoying it.

Narisha

Things had moved on at a fevered pace. Now the seed of both younger minotaurs dripped from Narisha's face and breasts and the two creatures sat on the floor, staring intently, their cocks still hard.

Narisha herself was on her hands and knees now, her chains clinking as she pressed her buttocks backwards, feeling the heavy, thick, knobbed organ of the elder minotaur slammed repeatedly into her. He gripped her hips in a hard, bruising grip, pulling her along, each impact shivering through her hips and belly.

She couldn't form words at this point, but only cried out loudly as the great cock plunged deeply inside her, pressing into the deepest parts of her cunt. She had come the moment that the creature's organ touched her outer lips, and now she seemed to convulse and contract with each stroke. She felt her juices gushing from her cunt, dripping down her legs, joining with the sweat, spittle and semen that already covered her.

This was how it was with her -- rational thought was swept away. Everything was for the moment. All that mattered was the cock that pounded into her, filling her cunt, powering orgasm after orgasm. The world was a cyclone of sweat, moans, cock, spit, cum and cunt. The endless haze of passion tore away anything else, including thoughts of crew and lovers...

She felt the inevitable tightening and strained bellow of the minotaur as he continued to fuck her, the heavy thick organ almost spitting her in half.

She wanted it. She wanted more. She wanted to feel it, feel the creature's cum cascading across her.

She fell forward and before the minotaur could react she rose to her knees and turned, seizing the slick cock in her hands.

"Come," she gasped. "Come on me. Come all over me."

The minotaur cried out, its bellow deeper and longer than either of the other two. A wave of white semen shot across her, sopping her cheeks, her hair, her lips, her chin. Another orgasm exploded from Narisha's loins and she fell back, feeling the hot gush of cum continue, streaking her breasts and belly as the minotaur stroked himself along. The flood subsided for a moment, but the creature groaned again and another, less prodigious mass of cum splashed her belly and thighs.

Abruptly Narisha realized that the other two minotaurs had indeed regained their erections and now stood on either side of her, stroking themselves as their leader's orgasms finally subsided.

"Both of you," she whispered, rubbing the rich mixture of fluids across her lips and breasts. "Come again. Come on me."

Another burst of cum shot from the younger minotaur. Most of it dribbled into Narisha's open mouth, the rest dripping out across her fevered crimson flesh. An instant later, the second minotaur came across her breasts, thick clots of white sliding down and dripping from red skin and blue-black nipples. As they did, Narisha stroked herself to yet another orgasm.

Narisha sighed. "Thank you," she breathed, feeling her heart beat begin to subside.

She looked at the eldest minotaur and smiled, feeling cum drip from her lips. She pointed to the chain sunk into a heavy iron staple in the far wall.

"Care to remove that for me?" she asked, sweetly.

Wulf

They were down to one each now. Each nymph lay on her stomach at my side, and each in turn took my cock in her mouth, letting it slide inside, then releasing it to her sister's attentions.

I wasn't sure whether the contest was to make me come, or to see how long they could keep me on the brink; so far it seemed like the latter, and I was in a feverish and nearly-delirious state, gasping and moaning with each touch of lip and tongue and mouth.

I felt lost in a haze of lust and pleasure, even though my fear and concern for the crew and my friends continued to simmer deep in my mind, lost and distant in the fog, but not forgotten. For the moment, however, time seemed to stop and I floated in a strange and pleasurable nether-world of mouths and tongues, breasts and soft flesh, cunts and thighs.

Time was a blur. By the time I was able to focus again we had moved, and I was fucking First -- or perhaps it was Second -- from behind while her mouth and tongue were busy between Second's -- First's? -- thighs. Second accepted her ministrations, legs spread, hands busy, one twined in Second's hair, the other squeezing her own nipple as she counted.

"Five... oh, oh, sister... Six... Almost... my turn... Seven... Eight... Yes, let him fuck me now..."

They changed placed nimbly, First kneeling in front of me, presenting her small but shapely buttocks. Second lay back as her sister pressed her thighs apart and began to delicately nibble and lick at the wet greenish flesh of her cunt lips.

First paused and looked back at me.

"Seven now, I think," she said. "Are you getting closer?"

I nodded and didn't reply. My capacity for language had flown away along with every other rational thought. I began to stroke my cock against her wet lips and after a moment, pressed inside her, pulling her hips back against me.

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"Oh!" She seemed surprised at this, then set to licking at Second's cunt as I began to thrust in and out.

"One. Two. Oh, lick me, sister. Fuck him and lick me."

I hadn't stopped while she counted and First noticed.

"You missed one, sister, or... maybe... Oh... you missed two..." I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her toward me, thrusting forward faster and faster. "Three... No... Ohhhhhh...." I felt her tighten inside, pressing down on my cock with warm, moist intensity. "Oh... He's making me..."

She thrust her face down, devouring the moist flesh between Second's thighs, her groans muffled by the wetness there.

"You come, sister," Second gasped, stroking her nipples with both hands. "I've... I've lost count now... You... Make me... Make me.... Ohhhh...."

They both came at once, almost as if they were mirror images of the same creature. I felt moisture gushing from First's cunt, spilling down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed beneath me, her head still between her sister's thighs, gently licking. Beneath me her small body was hot and slick with sweat.

At last I found my voice and spoke softly.

"Need some assistance there?" I asked. First turned and looked at me, eyes narrow and dreamy.

"Assistance?" I felt the touch of her fingers on my cock. "Don't you have something to finish yourself, man?"

"I do," I whispered, then licked along Second's thigh, eliciting a delicious shudder. "I want to help you first. Then I can finish."

First smiled. "If you like."

She began to tongue Second's wet green cunt-lips, pulling them open with her fingers to expose their soft, lighter interior and the swelling prominence of her clit. A moment later I had kissed my way up Second's thigh and joined my tongue with First's.

"Oh, both of you?" Second gasped, stroking her nipples, then reaching down to cradle each of our heads. "You do love your sister, don't you?"

First sighed and let me suck at Second's clit. Then I pulled away and sucked at her lips as first probed the little nub with a pointed tongue. Then we both paused to kiss and lick Second's wetness from each other's faces.

"Oh, sister. Oh, man..." Second was writhing now, arching her back, tensing her thighs, pressing us both closer. "Oh, I love this so... Oh, I'm going to..."

First and I alternated licking at Second's clit, and in my mind I felt the enormous pressure that was building inside the nymph... There was definitely some kind of sexual connection with the two sisters -- surely this was why they were such sought-after bed-partners, since I felt something of their own pleasure even as I felt my own.

"Oh... I'm going to..." Then Second came violently, more juices spurting from between her lips, splattering One's face. I licked at it -- she was sweet and sticky, and I felt strangely as if I was eating the flesh of a ripe and very flavorful piece of fruit.

We lay in a tangle for a few long moments, gasping and sighing wordlessly. Then one of the two spoke, but I was well beyond making any distinction between them.

"We need to finish the game, sister. And our friend needs to be on his way."

Livia

Livia's moans of ecstasy were only partially simulated. She was in the chair, facing away from Sula Khan as he thrust into her from behind, his slender but strong hands holding her hips firmly, pulling her along the smooth length of his cock. His own breathing was heavy, occasionally interspersed with his own soft moans.

"Oh, darling," she gasped. She'd done it thousands of times, and each time at least a small part of her meant it. Not this time, she thought. Not this time. "Oh, master. Yes, gods, make me come. Please. I want it for you."

Sula's thrusts grew faster and deeper, plunging in and out with almost mechanical precision. She felt the hard flesh inside her, felt herself tightening around it... Gods, such a shame the man was such a bastard... Yes, she was going to...

"I'm coming," she said, her voice heavy with desire and oncoming release. "Gods... I'm..."

And she did. It was her third.

"Now you see," he said, still plunging away as spasms rocked through her body. "Now you see what I can do for you."

"Yes, my love," Livia gasped. "Yes, I see now. Yes, I want you so."

She collapsed forward, panting heavily, sweat running down her forehead.

He pulled back and stood, gazing down at her. She looked up at him lazily. The collar was still heavy on her neck, restricting her movement somewhat, but she tried to ignore it.

Yes, he certainly was a handsome man. Naked now, he was slender but muscular, his limbs firm and shapely, his cock still standing at attention, slick with her own exertions.

Livia's gaze wandered back toward the furnishings that the goblins had dragged in. Her eyes lit on a wooden frame set with manacles and straps, and the rack of whips and devices next to it.

"Tie me to that, master," she whispered. "Tie me to it and whip me. Then fuck me some more. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Make me yours."

"You are mine," he said as she rose, and walked without assistance toward the frame. "You've been mine since the moment I set eyes on you. You know it, don't you?"

"I'm yours," she said, bending over the frame, arms dangling, ass and thighs exposed to his attention. "Now use me however you like."

Yes, men loved hearing those words...

And, in certain circumstances, she enjoyed uttering them.

But now, now... Yes, she enjoyed saying it. But for different reasons entirely.

Wulf

The nymphs did their counting game again, but this time, thankfully, they started at five strokes, traded, then moved to four, then three, then two...

And again I tottered, feverish and desperate, on the razor's edge of orgasm. I stood now, and they kneeled, one sucking my cock, then the other.

"One." Pursed greenish lips encircled me, and I was swallowed up into warm wetness.

"One." A small and nimble tongue caressed the underside of my cock, then slowly devoured it.

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"One." Her lips slowly slid down my shaft, leaving it wet and slick, and my cock vanished entirely, then emerged dripping with saliva.

"One." Teeth gently nibbled at me, then again my cock slipped away between tiny green lips, stretched out to accommodate it...

"Oh, gods," I groaned. "I think..."

"One." The nymph -- I didn't know which -- took my cock in her fist and moved it toward her open mouth.

It was too much.

I groaned and the pressure that had been building for so long finally released, my cock contracted and splattered white streamers across her cheeks and tongue, and into her open mouth.

"Oh, sister!" squealed the other -- I decided it was Second, though I wasn't at all certain. "Oh, my dearest sister! I win. You made him come first!"

First -- or whoever she was -- grinned, my come dripping from her chin and down onto a swollen nipple.

"You win, sister," she admitted. "Now have your reward."

Dutifully, Second let her sister lie down and began to lick my semen from her face.

"It's so good, sister," she whispered. "Try some."

With her fingers, she scooped up some of my seed, and let it dribble into First's mouth. She licked her lips and sucked at her sister's fingers.

"It's what we live for, man," she said, rubbing my come into her skin and across her breasts. "We were born to do this, you know."

"I can believe that," I said, feeling weak and drained but surprisingly alert for my exertions.

"Now you need to go," said Second. "Take vengeance for us. Set us free."

"With pleasure," I said. "Now, about my clothes..."

"Oh, we have more than that for you," First said, sliding up to a sitting position. "You give us your seed, your life energy, and we give you..."

Together they gestured and the air around me sparkled. A moment later I was clad in a silvery mail shirt, and a slim, shining blade was in my hand.

The nymphs gestured toward the back of the room. Of its own accord, the door opened silently.

"Go," they said in unison. "Go and do what you must. We will not forget you, man."

I nodded.

"I won't either, believe me."

Sunita

The tulwar and armor were indeed more than they had seemed initially, and Sunita left behind ample evidence of this in the form of a half-dozen slain human guards. Her approach had been silent and the black armor seemed to make her even more elusive and dexterous, allowing her to easily evade the humans' blows, nimbly dancing about the room slashing throats and bellies until at last she was the only living thing there.

The sheer swiftness and ferocity of Sunita's onslaught had left the guards unable to raise anything like an alarm and now, breathing heavily but otherwise unharmed, she collected the guards' lantern and approached the far end of the room where she hoped an iron-bound door would lead to a stairway.

She was interrupted by a rattle at the main door, the one through which she herself had entered. As it opened on protesting hinges, Sunita scuttled back into the shadows, moving as quickly and quietly as she could back toward the entrance.

A human in chainmail entered, leading a pair of ogres. The ogres in turn bore chains attached to manacles that imprisoned...

Sunita drew a breath involuntarily -- she recognized Udo the surly little dwarf, Brex the pilot and a deckhand she remembered was named Philo. Thank the thousand gods, they were the first crewmembers she'd yet seen. The three of them looked worse for wear and Brex looked on the verge of unconsciousness, but they were all plainly still alive.

The human guard wasn't paying attention as he led the ogres in, for when he looked up and saw the carnage in the room -- the sundered bodies of his fellow guards and the crimson splashes across the stone walls -- he stopped short, barking out in confusion.

"What the hell?"

They were his last words, and suitable ones at that. To an observer it would have seemed as if the shadows suddenly came alive, transforming into a black-armored figure who struck mercilessly, jamming a heavy punch-dagger into the man's back. He choked and fell, then Sunita spun delicately around, tulwar spinning, and threw herself at the ogres.

The first ogre grunted, dropping his chain and struck at her with an open hand. She ducked, but it still caught her a glancing blow, throwing her off rhythm. She swung the tulwar, scratching the ogre's arm, then the other ogre was on her, punching with a rock-hard fist.

Sunita felt herself move without conscious thought, and the blow fell on empty space. She slashed with her tulwar and stabbed up with her dagger, feeling them both bite, and seeing the second ogre fall back, yelping in pain, nursing a wounded shoulder.

But there were two ogres and only one Sunita and now she'd lost the element of surprise. With a snarl the first ogre grabbed for her, but she twisted away, the creature's filthy thick fingers sliding from the armor as if it was covered in oil. Then she came in again, stabbing and slashing, ducking another clumsy grab and coming up close enough to hamstring the ogre with a quick tulwar-slash before dodging away again.

Black blood coursed down the ogre's injured leg and he tumbled over ponderously. The second ogre leaped over his fallen comrade and aimed another heavy blow at her head, but an instant later a length of chain snapped over his head and his entire body was yanked backwards. The angry form of Udo the dwarf appeared on his back, pulling the chain tight and swearing, froth flying from his lips.

"Take this, ya orc-fuckin' shithead," he snarled, holding on despite the ogre's desperate attempts to dislodge him. Seeing her chance, Sunita struck again, gutting the ogre from throat to belly, and a flood of entrails and blood burst from the wound. The entire gory mess collapsed on the floor, atop the first ogre, who still struggled to rise. Another pair of swift dagger-stabs and it too lay still.

Udo emerged from the wreckage, gore-soaked and grinning.

"Hi, yer ladyship," he grunted. "Good ta see yer not dead."

"Same to you," Sunita replied, hastening to unchain the two deckhands.

"Thank the gods," Philo said as he kicked the chains free. "I thought we were done for when we lost Captain Wulf."

Sunita's ears pricked up. "Wulf was with you?"

Philo nodded, kneeling beside Brex, who had collapsed during the fight. The pilot stirred and moaned. He had a large bloody gash on his head but seemed otherwise intact.

"He fell through some trapped stairs. I don't know if he made it or not. After that we tried to find our way out, but the guards jumped us. Poor Trevin got gutted and they took the rest of us." He looked up and forced a smile. "I always admired the way you clambered around in the rigging, lady."

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